It was late one night when the squire came home
Inquiring for his lady.
A serving woman answered him
She’s gone with the gypsen Davy.
Rada tada tim, tada tim, tada tim, tada
Rada tada tim, die-aisy
Rada tada tim, sing liddle diddle din
Sing liddle diddle gypsen Davy.
Go saddle me my milk white steed
The black one ain’t so speedy
I’ll ride all night til the broad daylight
And I’ll overtake my lady.
He rode til he came unto the town
He rode til he come to Barley.
The tears came rolling down his cheeks
And there he spied his lady.
Oh come, go back my own true love,
Oh come, go back my honey.
I swear by the sword that hangs by my side
You shall never lack for money.
I won’t come back your own true love.
I won’t go back your honey.
For I’d rather have a kiss from a gypsen’s lips
Than all your lands and money.
Then hand me back those high-heeled shoes
Made of Spanish leather.
And give to me your lily white hand
And we’ll bid goodbye forever.
She handed him those high-heeled shoes
Made of Spanish leather
And she gave to him her lily-white hand
And they bade goodbye forever.
Last night I lay in a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
Tonight I’ll lay on the cold, cold, ground.
In the arms of the Gypsen Davy